Yeah I wonder how he choseWho stays and who goesAs there had to be more than twoVying to be part of his crewAnd ass-umptions one should watch indeedAs an ass-urances from those should make you take heed

I'm not sure that God chose which individual animals that would board the ark and the ones who would perish. May have been first come first serve. (I'm going with the retailer motif here). This was a wonderfully strange journey through your head Brian.

"I was in Plato's closet the other day,'says the cash register lady at the bookstore cafe..."

Hi! Brian...All Of your poetic words in your [4] poems are very thought-provoking [leaving your readers, with food for thought] as you complete your [4o days and 4o nights?...lol]30 days 30 poems National Poetry marathon.

Tks, for sharing the images[Especially, the image Of the man in the glass]too!

Brian, I really dig these two. Love the sharp sighted philosophy here. Each piece has a major thought that just resonates.it's funny to watch peoplebecome that which they detestbecause those you detestwill meet you halfway if you let them

smiles...your variations in b minor are surely interesting tunes..a bit melancholic like minor compositions are by nature, framed by that cash register lady encounter and taking us from there to different places-- and sometimes a squeaking porch swing has more to say than some politicians or preachers..just saying...smiles

These felt like they had negative/angry undertones in them. It's a lot easier to judge others than it is to take a look at ourselves sometimes. Our own environment and connections definitely play a large part of our outlook on life.

Lots of material to ponder in this one bri--all sewn together with a consistent thread of random thoughts--it reminds me of the kind of thinking you do when you have a high fever, jumping from thing to thing, yet revolving the same sort of feeling in each--the short verse about the stars really hit me. And the opening lines and closing, bookend everything with just the right touch of illogical reason.

I love how this flows, from the cafe' through a dozen thoughts and back again--all those different levels where the mind takes us in an instant. Especially like that brief moment of almost self-reflection/critique:

"if you are looking for deeper meaningin this verse, toss a coin, in the parkfountain, but rememberwhose face adorns it"

Honestly? Still trying to get past the little dude in the mason jar! Some killer lines laced thru this weave, as always Poet, but who we choose to exclude speaks strongest to me...and know doubt about me...Way to blow it up for your final offering for National Poetry Month!